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Even in the height and pride of all his glory,
Esca. 'Twas very strange.
And yet but just; for though
Enter three Lords. 1 Lord. See, not a man in private conference, Or council, has respect with him but he.
2 Lord. It shall no longer grieve, without reproof. 3 Lord. And curs'd be he that will not second it. 1 Lord. Follow me, then: Lord Helicane, a word. Hel. With me? and welcome: Happy day, my lords.
1 Lord. Know, that our griefs are risen to the top, And now at length they overflow their banks.
Hel. Your griefs, for what? wrong not the prince
1 Lord. Wrong not yourself then, noble Helicane;
[censure: 2 Lord. Whose death's, indeed, the strongest in our And knowing this kingdom, if without a head (Like goodly buildings left without a roof), Will soon to ruin fall, your noble self, That best know'st how to rule, and how to reign, We thus submit unto,-our sovereign,
All. Live, noble Helicane!
Hel. Try honour's cause, forbear your suffrages : If that you love prince Pericles, forbear.
Take I your wish, I leap into the seas,
1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield; And, since lord Helicane enjoineth us, We with our travels will endeavour it.
Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands; When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. (Exeunt.
SCENE V. PENTAPOLIS. A Room in the Palace, Enter Simonides, reading a Letter; the Knights meet
him. 1 Knight. Good morrow to the good Simonides. Sim. Knights, from my daughter this I let you kuow, That for this twelvemonth, she'll not undertake A married life. Her reason to herself is only known, Which from herself by no means can I get.
2 Knight. May we not get access to her, my lord?
Sim. "Faith, by no means; she hath so strictly tied her To ber chamber, that it is impossible. One Twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery; This by the eye of Cynthia bath she vow'd, And on her virgin honour will not break it. 3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves.
[Exeunt. Sim. So They're well despatch'd; now to my daughter's lelter: She tells me here, she'll 'wed the stranger knight, Or never more to view nor day nor light. Mistress, ’lis well, your choice agrees with mine; I like that well:-nay, how absolute she's in't, Not ininding whether I dislike or no!
Well, I commend her choice;
Sim. To you as much, sir! I am beholden to you,
Per. It is your grace's pleasure to commend;
Sir, you are music's master.
sir, of My daughter?
Per. As of a most virtuous princess.
Sim. My daughter, sir, thinks very well of you;
Per. Unworthy I to be her schoolmaster.
Per. What's here?
Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art
Per. By the gods, I have not, sir.
Sim. Traitor, thou liest.
Ay, traitor, sir.
Per. Even in his throat (unless it be the king), That calls me traitor, I return the lie. Sim. Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.
Thai. Why, sir, say if you had,
Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?
Yes, if you love me, sir. Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. Sim. What, are you both agreed? Both.
Yes, 'please your majesty. Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed; Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed.
your fine fancies quaintly eche; What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech. Enter PERICLES and SIMONIdes at one Door, with
Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives PERICLES a Letter. PERICLES shows it to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter ThaisA with Child, nd LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES